Caius Flavian
Faction Admin - The Galactic Republic
Exiting Hyperspace in unknown space.
Herald of Retribution
Flag Detachment, Battle Group Retribution of the Imperial Remnant (Galactic Empire)
Klaxons waxed and waned through out the Herald of Retribution. Storm Troopers, Engineers, Technicians, Pilots, Security personnel, and just about everyone else on board the Star Destroyer moved with a sense of urgency. Duty flowed through their veins as every Imperial prepared for combat. A monotone male voice echoed through every corridor, passageway, compartment, all the way from the top from the super structure of the vessel to the depths of the keel. This voice was a recording and along with the Klaxons it repeated itself over the 1MC "All hands General Quarters, All hands General Quarters, man your battle stations, man your battle stations"
Another voice, a female's, with a little dose of pep cut through all the noise right after latest repeat of GQ "All hands prepare for deceleration from hyperspace"
On the bridge of the Retribution the crew made last minute preparations.
Captain Zia sat crossed legged in the hoverchair enjoying the emotional rhythm of the ship as its crew moved into action. Here and there a disgruntled person or two would flutter by in her thoughts but overall the sense of order felt intoxicating in a way.
After following the Typhoon's into Hyperspace several weeks ago to fruitless ventures the Commodore had decided to begin searching for the rest of the Imperial's wherever they maybe. The problem now was whether or not the current government could be found. Without proper intelligence only holonews and the holonet could they determine where the Empire now lay. At first it seemed as though the faction for which they had served had fallen completely. Then rumors of another resurgence emerging from the far outer rim gave hope only to be dashed by the rise of another faction of Imperialists. The return of the First Order from centuries past. The galaxy was shifting quickly and it seemed as though the Imperial Remnant and the Empress they swore an oath too was either dead or in hiding.
Zia was a near human. Under the Empire of Kista Fel there was a hope of order and peace through an Empire that welcomed all species. An order of force users who did not adhere to the dark nor light only force and the Empire. While ruled by the military elite there was a growing sense of equality and the quality of life was improving. Yet that was all gone now. The Empire's early beginnings had been fairly oppressive to those of non-human kind. While near humans like herself under Palpatine's rule were considered second class. In all those centuries since the Empire had taken many forms, fractured and reformed under new leaders both great and horrible. Zia's hands were clasped together with her index fingers pointed upwards. She held them gently to her lips as the klaxons red glow faintly illuminated her neon pink skin. The facts were clear in her troubled mind. Right now her only allegiance was the to the Commodore and that fact alone was absolute.
Managing this small fragment of the former Imperial Star Fleet was tedious. Increasingly the difficulty in keeping morale up among the civilian populace was perhaps the top irritation in the Zeltron's mind. She sighed as the matters of the "state", as the commodore referred to it as, was something she never wished to ever be involved in. Her thoughts faded away at the sound of the navigator's voice. "Exiting Hyperspace in five, four, three, two, one..."
Zia's gazed was focused on the holoprojectors and the myriad of screens in the CIC, for a split second nothing as the sensor arrays resynced with the rest of the fleet's. "Report!" She commanded
"Ma'am no hostile forces or neutral forces in our battle space, only one IFF signature and its-"
"Recon One" She interrupted
"Yes Ma'am"
She gave another sigh at the usual almost daily routine they all were begining to become accostumed too. However the mission was simple. Find our way back to the Empire, failing that find a suitable planet to take over. Every time the Fleet jumped out of hyperspace every sensor and bit of data was used in gathering information of the secondary. Most importantly was the information flowing back from Recon One who had arrived ahead of the fleet. She barely shifted her fingers to just onto her chin before speaking "I want a status report from Recon One," her command voice was a stark and cold voice,"Fleet report?" She asked as though it were a routine question.
"Ma'am all ships are accounted for"
"Good" she quietly said to more to herself than to anyone in particular.
She rose from the chair and made her way to the battle space holoprojector to insert her personal data pad.
A swipe over her code cylinders and a quick thumb and eye scan unlocked it.
The classified report downloaded in a flash and was soon displaying its contents on the projector.
After a few moments of reading of another useless system of gas and dust a single object appeared to be of interest...
"Wake the Commodore, tell him I request his presence in fleet ops"
"Yes ma'am!"
Zia strode over to the turbolift "And end general quarters!" she ordered as loudly as she could while the klaxons continued to wax and wane...
Herald of Retribution
Flag Detachment, Battle Group Retribution of the Imperial Remnant (Galactic Empire)
Fleet Composition: Herald of Retribution; Void Cleaver; Mauler; Spitfire; Dagger; Warhound ;Her Majesty's Mercy ; Recon One ; Seed of Renewal; Coin Beggar; Brave Fortune; Harvest Moon; Muddler; Prospector; Duster; Gem Seeker
Klaxons waxed and waned through out the Herald of Retribution. Storm Troopers, Engineers, Technicians, Pilots, Security personnel, and just about everyone else on board the Star Destroyer moved with a sense of urgency. Duty flowed through their veins as every Imperial prepared for combat. A monotone male voice echoed through every corridor, passageway, compartment, all the way from the top from the super structure of the vessel to the depths of the keel. This voice was a recording and along with the Klaxons it repeated itself over the 1MC "All hands General Quarters, All hands General Quarters, man your battle stations, man your battle stations"
Another voice, a female's, with a little dose of pep cut through all the noise right after latest repeat of GQ "All hands prepare for deceleration from hyperspace"
On the bridge of the Retribution the crew made last minute preparations.
Captain Zia sat crossed legged in the hoverchair enjoying the emotional rhythm of the ship as its crew moved into action. Here and there a disgruntled person or two would flutter by in her thoughts but overall the sense of order felt intoxicating in a way.
After following the Typhoon's into Hyperspace several weeks ago to fruitless ventures the Commodore had decided to begin searching for the rest of the Imperial's wherever they maybe. The problem now was whether or not the current government could be found. Without proper intelligence only holonews and the holonet could they determine where the Empire now lay. At first it seemed as though the faction for which they had served had fallen completely. Then rumors of another resurgence emerging from the far outer rim gave hope only to be dashed by the rise of another faction of Imperialists. The return of the First Order from centuries past. The galaxy was shifting quickly and it seemed as though the Imperial Remnant and the Empress they swore an oath too was either dead or in hiding.
Zia was a near human. Under the Empire of Kista Fel there was a hope of order and peace through an Empire that welcomed all species. An order of force users who did not adhere to the dark nor light only force and the Empire. While ruled by the military elite there was a growing sense of equality and the quality of life was improving. Yet that was all gone now. The Empire's early beginnings had been fairly oppressive to those of non-human kind. While near humans like herself under Palpatine's rule were considered second class. In all those centuries since the Empire had taken many forms, fractured and reformed under new leaders both great and horrible. Zia's hands were clasped together with her index fingers pointed upwards. She held them gently to her lips as the klaxons red glow faintly illuminated her neon pink skin. The facts were clear in her troubled mind. Right now her only allegiance was the to the Commodore and that fact alone was absolute.
Managing this small fragment of the former Imperial Star Fleet was tedious. Increasingly the difficulty in keeping morale up among the civilian populace was perhaps the top irritation in the Zeltron's mind. She sighed as the matters of the "state", as the commodore referred to it as, was something she never wished to ever be involved in. Her thoughts faded away at the sound of the navigator's voice. "Exiting Hyperspace in five, four, three, two, one..."
Zia's gazed was focused on the holoprojectors and the myriad of screens in the CIC, for a split second nothing as the sensor arrays resynced with the rest of the fleet's. "Report!" She commanded
"Ma'am no hostile forces or neutral forces in our battle space, only one IFF signature and its-"
"Recon One" She interrupted
"Yes Ma'am"
She gave another sigh at the usual almost daily routine they all were begining to become accostumed too. However the mission was simple. Find our way back to the Empire, failing that find a suitable planet to take over. Every time the Fleet jumped out of hyperspace every sensor and bit of data was used in gathering information of the secondary. Most importantly was the information flowing back from Recon One who had arrived ahead of the fleet. She barely shifted her fingers to just onto her chin before speaking "I want a status report from Recon One," her command voice was a stark and cold voice,"Fleet report?" She asked as though it were a routine question.
"Ma'am all ships are accounted for"
"Good" she quietly said to more to herself than to anyone in particular.
She rose from the chair and made her way to the battle space holoprojector to insert her personal data pad.
A swipe over her code cylinders and a quick thumb and eye scan unlocked it.
The classified report downloaded in a flash and was soon displaying its contents on the projector.
After a few moments of reading of another useless system of gas and dust a single object appeared to be of interest...
"Wake the Commodore, tell him I request his presence in fleet ops"
"Yes ma'am!"
Zia strode over to the turbolift "And end general quarters!" she ordered as loudly as she could while the klaxons continued to wax and wane...
